The 'walk in' was uttered with closed teeth, and expressed thesentiment, 'Go to the Deuce:' even the gate over which he leantmanifested no sympathising movement to the words; and I think thatcircumstance determined me to accept the invitation: I feltinterested in a man who seemed more exaggeratedly reserved thanmyself.

When he saw my horse's breast fairly pushing the barrier, he didput out his hand to unchain it, and then sullenly preceded me upthe causeway, calling, as we entered the court, - 'Joseph, take Mr.Lockwood's horse; and bring up some wine.'

'Here we have the whole establishment of domestics, I suppose,' wasthe reflection suggested by this compound order. 'No wonder thegrass grows up between the flags, and cattle are the only hedge-cutters.'

Joseph was an elderly, nay, an old man: very old, perhaps, thoughhale and sinewy. 'The Lord help us!' he soliloquised in anundertone of peevish displeasure, while relieving me of my horse:looking, meantime, in my face so sourly that I charitablyconjectured he must have need of divine aid to digest his dinner,and his pious ejaculation had no reference to my unexpected advent.

Wuthering Heights is the name of Mr. Heathcliff's dwelling.'Wuthering' being a significant provincial adjective, descriptiveof the atmospheric tumult to which its station is exposed in stormyweather. Pure, bracing ventilation they must have up there at all